On the flight from St. Louis to Seattle I watched Japanese film Branded. This one was better as it involved two main subjects in a mostly incoherent plot: random assassins trying to kill each other and the main hit man's dalliances with various women. When I watch something on a jet I usually try to choose something that might not have offensive material--you know, lots of nudity, sex and violence. I thought I'd be safe with a Japanese film from 1967 but it had wall to wall naked girls! Oh well, there's no way it was more bothersome to those around me than the screaming baby that squealed its head off for 2+ hours in a four hour flight. Now, that was offensive.